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 Nora.

Twelve hundred dollars. Four thousand eight hundred crowns. What do you say to that?

Mrs. Linden.

My dear Nora, how did you manage it? Did you win it in the lottery?

Nora.

[Contemptuously] In the lottery? Pooh! Any one could have done that!

Mrs. Linden.

Then wherever did you get it from?

Nora.

[Hums and smiles mysteriously.] H'm; tra-la-la-la!

Mrs. Linden.

Of course you couldn't borrow it.

Nora.

No? Why not?

Mrs. Linden.

Why, a wife can't borrow without her husband's consent.

Nora.

[Tossing her head.] Oh! when the wife has some idea of business, and knows how to set about things

Mrs. Linden.

But, Nora, I don't understand

Nora.

Well, you needn't. I never said I borrowed the money. There are many ways I may have got it.